A Unique Footstep We Leave Behind
Not a cloud in the sky, and
by Vishnu P. Joshi
Not a breath in the wind is life,
Until the Sun pours its rays
On the tiny little cells of life.
Whether a bird, tree or an animal,
Each of us discovers
A unique space and time divided
Into Past, Present, and Future.
The Present is balanced
Between the Past and the Future,
Like a bow of an arrow,
In which the creation is born.
A loving arm
Holds the creation,
With its lips and its hungry mouth
Pressed on its mother's breast.
Each of us leaves behind
A unique footstep in space and time,
Like a castle in the sand,
Built by an innocent child.